"What nursing?" Marion asked.

Debra blinked at him. "You don't know?"

"Not really."

"It means stimulating milk production for women after they've had a baby."

Marion pondered. "Is it for men too?"

"Only for women."

"Got it. If you ever want kids in the future..."

"You'll make soup for me?"

"I won't let you drink it."

"Why not?"

"I've heard it's painful for mothers to breastfeed. I don't want you to go through that."

hold back her giggles. "So, if I

"Formula," Marion replied matter-of-factly.

"Dummy, if the milk

together for life. That sounds perfect. If you ever feel lonely, we can move to that house in the mountains and keep cats and dogs. Either way, I'll always be by your side. You'll never have to feel

Debra's heart softened. "Okay."

they finished eating, Debra cleared the table and carried the pot out

room.

back to the kitchen, she turned a

bag tumbling to the ground. Kale's face tightened

on the writing on the bag: Freshly Slaughtered

Lowe is craving

replied curtly before walking toward

spread across her face as she called out loud enough for the study's O occupant to hear, "Isn't fish soup for nursing mothers?

postpartum confinement."

face darkened at

the implications, placed the soup on

is your

Debra on your

confused. "Why would I

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